Formerly "The Blind Chatelaine's Poker Poetics". Performed from Galatea's mountain -- where nature, art, poetry and wine converge with much love -- she now goes through her keychain as if it were a rosary, unlocking doors for you. Because if Rimbaud said "I is Another," the Chatelaine shares, "Moi am all about Toi."

Thursday, June 10, 2010

MOI HAD TO MUG VERMEER

Which is to say, here's the first draft of SILK EGG's "book description" below -- but first let me share that ...

...generally, I've written books to learn something. But SILK EGG: Collected Novels (2009-2009) is the first book where I feel everything I'd learned to that point of creation all melded together into some rapturous birthing, which is why I also can say I wrote these dozen novels in a limited period of time--I think a month). Anyway, perhaps the book description will elucidate (somewhat):

SILK EGG: A Book Description:Last century, I temporarily borrowed Jorge Luis Borges' chatelaine. I slipped off a certain key and made a copy before I returned it to its chains and the old man (OMG: can he ever snore!). Since then, I've been able to slip into Jorgie’s Library of Babel whenever I wished—that permanent stain on the 7th floor's limestone windowsill was from the d'Yquem I'd carelessly spilled from my treasured wine glass (stolen previously from Vermeer). About a year after I wrote all of the novels that comprise SILK EGG, I returned to the Library of Babel's 7th floor with a bottle of Ajax cleanser (“stronger than dirt!”) that I'd hoped would work this time in erasing proof of my unpermitted visitations: that hardened pool of “nectar of the gods” ever winking out a small sun from the bibliophilic dimness. It was during this yet again failed attempt at the domestic arts that I also stumbled across a book whose spine mirrored the color of the sweet liquid I'd spilled; I do love this wine’s color—an apt symbol of enlightenment among Buddhists. I pulled out the book from the shelf, blew off the dust, opened it, and discovered there the same words that comprise SILK EGG. However, the novels were contextualized by the book's title: INEVITABLE GIBBERISH. I dispute the Library of Babel's context—but there's no need to take my word for it: I've decided to release SILK EGG to the public and have readers judge whether these novels are more than the leavings from more acceptable narratives as authors strive to use every letter, space and punctuation mark in every possible combination.--Eileen R. Tabios

Jean, if no one else, might appreciate the subtitle "Collected Novels (2009-2009)"...so: what facet of the literary world does this (affectionately) critique? There's that trickster in Moi!